@prythaei & starter call.
brutality follow him like a shadow, have been for years & there is a reason he lives up to the nickname. the hellhound. beneath sandriel, in the triarii, viciousness has become a safety. become part of him. ingrain in his soul, in his bones. even now, maw crunch down around throat & the hound wrench his head like it's nothing but a ragdoll in his mouth. not good people, these. but somehow he doesn't think he would have cared if they were. blurred together, everything became the same. no face, no name, only death. sleek frame turn after dropping the limp body and gaze zero in on the blonde woman & fluid movements freeze. paw mid step, rumble choke in throat. taking her in. asessing her sure, but it has nothing to do with looking for a weakness, and everything to do with the unfamiliar tug in his chest. towards her. takes in her features, the colored streaks in her hair & the leather jacket. frozen in the moment, as if he could take in everything that she is and commit it to memory, least it's the last time he see her. and the thought squeeze uncomfortably in his chest. hurt nearly enought to bring him to his knees.
